It was quiet, to the point that if a pen were to drop, the whole room could hear it. It was a pretty warm day, with the sun beaming bright rays as you gently watched the awkward silence between Darken and your boyfriend Mikey unfold. It wasn't normal for a room to have both Mikey and Darken in it at the same time and still be silent.
They've both been like this since the morning; when Mikey falsely accused Darken of stealing his snacks. You knew Darken hadn't done it, but who were you to get involved in their squabble?
"I think we should play a game," Smiley said, breaking the silence. Your head swiftly turned towards the cheeky boy who sat in the corner of the room. Bad idea. Why would he offer to play a game when the two hotheads were at each other's throats? Gently shaking your head in disapproval, Mikey got up from the stack of milk cartons he was sitting on.
"Let's go," his commanding yet gentle voice said to you; you knew disobeying him would result in you becoming his stress reliever, but you were up for the challenge; you wanted to see how far you could push his buttons until you were screaming his name.
"Why? " "It's not like I'm mad at Darken," you mumbled and rolled your eyes all at once.
"I want to stay and talk to Emma."
You could tell just by his manner that he was beyond upset. You let out a mental smile as you heard a sigh come out of his mouth.
"Y/N... "
"I said let's go, you can call her when we get home," he said as he yanked on your arm pulling you up from where you were seated.
All eyes were now on the two of you, and your heart was beating, but where are you going to give in so easily? Of course not. You pulled your arms away from his grip and glared at him.
"I want to stay... you can't just make me leave because your butt hurt over some fuckin' snacks Darken didn't even take," you huffed while folding your arms.
His eyes were filled with rage, and your heart was about to jump out of your throat. Mikey then tugged on your arm one more time, but this time more forcefully. His rough hands gripped around your arm as he roughly pulled you out of the hideout.
"Mikey, wait, you're walking so fuckin' fast," you yelled as you paced down the cement, the aroma of fresh grass and cooking vendors filling the air as you inhaled deeply trying to catch your breath.
As you rush over to his motorcycle, which you've parked just outside the hideout, he simply ignores you. He tossed you a helmet, singling you out to get on. He wasn't talking. He was too upset to even whisper a word, let alone form a whole sentence.
"Mikeyy, I wanted to stay," you exclaimed as he sat on the black leather seat, waiting for you to follow his lead.
"Get on," he mumbled.
You quickly followed his orders and wrapped your arms around his muscular waist as he sped down the empty road. Since school was in session and it was a Monday, most people were at work or school, so nobody was really out.
Arriving at your shared apartment with him, no words were spoken.
"You hungry? I can make you lunch-" Your words were cut off by a hard kiss. His warm lips pressed against yours as you held onto the marble counters for support.
